Tucked under the warmth of her covers she cradled the phone between her ear and the pillow. With a voice full of nostalgia she said: You’re fortunate to be able to trace your roots back to Africa. Life started there. It’s the center of everything….. I’d hoped she would leave it there but she was in a sentimental mood and needed to speak what was in her foggy, dream filled mind.
The African people are so strong and the children are beautiful. I only met one ugly baby when I was there. I think strength is in their DNA. They’re such resilient people, …and they can dance. White people can’t dance, why is that?
That’s when I started drinking.
fma
some people think they are being so nice and so-not-racist but instead they sound ridiculous.
She doesn’t realize how stupid she sounds. It’s all she wants to talk about anymore, my race and sexuality. It’s sorta getting on my nerves.